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Coming home, old paintings by Kelly Ramos

Now on exhibit at the new gallery Carmen Art District in #20 Andres Fernandez corner V. Neri Streets in Barangay Carmen Cagayan de Oro City, Coming Home is a gathering of the works of art of Kelly Ramos in a span of two decades of artmaking. This little retrospective provides a rare opportunity to see the paintings together in one place.  It is a way to discover the artist’s development over time, and see the narratives she has chosen for her themes throughout the years. The paintings on exhibit are borrowed from homes where they were already hanging on the walls of their owners. Some of the paintings were commissioned by the collectors, others used to be part of exhibitions, while yet some others were made by the artist with specific individuals in mind.   The show is made possible through the generosity of art collectors who have agreed to lend the paintings to Carmen Art District for the duration of the show. May the viewer enjoy the collection, now togethe...

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 Last night I tried to go to McDo's Night Classroom. It starts at 8pm and ends at 6. I would have pulled an all-nighter, but the biggest concern was their lack of outlets. Understandably, they are not a cafe or a study place. They are literally a fast food restaurant. Anyway, I walked back to the dorm around 2 a.m. I plan to go back later, because they couldn't serve me my free meal as they ran out of ice cream. I arrived there around 10. It was my fault.


-- Recently I've been eating too much fast food. This is cancer.

I hate this city and being distinguished while I walk. I do not want to be known any longer. Why do people look at me with a certain eye? I'm genuinely curious. I do not want this anymore. Is it them or is it just me? I believe it is just me. It must be, it can't possibly have the same effect on everyone.


-- I walked home again tonight. My friends would say I'm crazy if they knew about this. It is normal fact by now, for me to walk home from distant places. Tonight it was McDo to ABC, through the Looc route. It was long, but it feels less so when you're extremely sad. How is it bearable to walk far places, people ask? Sadness. Utter, heavy feelings that burden one's mind and therefore distract them -- or the other way around; is the cause of walking to find a distraction?


After watching the video provided in our virtual classroom about how the best travel journals are done through walking and reflecting, I have come to decide to change my ways. I ought to sleep now as I am so tired, but since I took a long walk, I shall reflect on my sightings by listing them down.

    The moon was very bright, the sky looked like it was already dawn. The waters near the water control barrier along the pier were crystal clear, not blue. It usually is blue or at least, not that clear. 


- many people, it is a saturday.

avoided crowds, though unavoidable. still busy at 12 am. scared someone would know me while i walked, looked down to my phone and around. listened to cool about it by boygenius on repeat and constantly on the brink of a breakdown but never having one. that's all that's new. good night

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